No Regrets

I don’t often ponder what could’ve been, and I feel no regrets about how we should’ve been. When you weren’t around, my friends always were. They waited in the shadows, Because I fell for you, And you had no intention to catch me. They were my shoulders to cry on, My wings to fly on, when you weren’t there. You acted as though I mattered, That maybe we were something more. Then you said you weren’t ready, One last hurtle to leap, And you turned back and didn’t try. So you left without a trace, You didn’t spare me a parting word. But I don’t care anymore about you and me, I have too much to do, too much to see. The same old rules will always apply, So I keep my friends close, In case someone else says goodbye.

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